Page 46 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

I don’t know why it surprised me, but Wrath was nothing short of charming. The compliment had me blushing even more furiously than I already was.

I offered him a small smile and thanked him.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”

“That sounds so ominous,” I joked, but it did little to ease the tension between us.

I wanted Wrath, and he made it very clear that he wanted me as well.

“I guess it does,” he chuckled darkly but didn’t say or do anything else. Instead, he continued staring at me as if I was his next meal. As if he was absolutely starved for me and could hardly wait for a taste. “Before we get started, there’s something you need to know about me, love.”

“What do I need to know?” I dared to ask, my voice quiet.

“I like pain.”

“Oh?” I made a low questioning sound.

“I’m rougher than my brothers.”

“Okay.”

His lips curled higher. “I like to use chains and whips. I’m going to give you pain before I give you pleasure, and you’re going to like it. The pleasure will be so much more astronomical when the pain is done right, but if we’re going to do this, I need you to trust me, love. I need you to trust that I’m not going to hurt you. That I’m only going to do what you like and what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t like anything, then you have to tell me. I’ll stop immediately.”

“Okay.” My voice was suddenly so much breathier than before, but I was too turned on to be embarrassed.

The amused quirk of his lips told me he noticed, but I didn’t care. By this point, I was a horny, panting mess for Wrath, and he hadn’t done more than talk to me.

The Seven Cardinal Sins had turned me into a bigger whore than I was before, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was their cocks, and now it was Wrath’s turn.

“You need a safe word.”

“Red,” I answered without needing to think.

“Good choice,” Wrath chuckled and rose from the chair.

He reached for the button on his jeans, and my eyes widened, eager to see what he was packing. If the other Sins were anything to go off, Wrath was going to be big. And I was going to take it like the good little girl that I was.

“Get naked for me, love. Let me see all of you.”

I had the shirt off my body and carelessly thrown to the ground before Wrath could finish unbuckling his belt. He chuckled at my eagerness and took his sweet time stripping himself naked. I whined impatiently with my naked body on display, but it only made Wrath go slower.

“Wrath,” I groaned and crossed my legs, but it did little to appease the growing ache in my pussy. “You’re taking so long, Wrath. Can’t you hurry up?”

“If you can’t handle this wait, then you’re in for a rough time, love.” He chuckled, finally reaching for the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head. “But you like it rough, don’t you?”

Something told me that Wrath and I didn’t share the same definition of rough. That his definition of rough was so much more than I had ever dreamed of.

“Yes,” I whimpered and reached a hand down to thumb my clit. Seeing his bare chest snapped my resolve, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

It felt like if I didn’t touch myself now, I was going to combust into flames right here, right now.

“Stop it,” Wrath growled out. “Only I get to touch you, love. I’m the only one that’s going to please you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I moaned and immediately dropped my hand, but my pussy didn’t stop throbbing. It only ached more, and no amount of clenching or rubbing my legs together could ease it. “Wrath,” I moaned his name. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

“Beg me, love.” He dropped his jeans to the floor and kicked them to the side, leaving him in briefs which cupped his prominent bulge. My mouth watered at the sight, and I was willing to bet that if it were open, I would be drooling right now.

“Beg?”

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